C67 Will you marry my mommy?

Amara walked into her room, her footsteps almost inaudible against the plush carpet. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, exhaling a deep sigh. The day's events had left her feeling drained, yet her mind remained restless, a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions.

Rowan stood in the lit corridor of the Venetian hotel, leaning casually against the ornate wrought-iron railing